Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.